Anyways, her blog reminded me of the time I made it to All South. That one, very unforgettable time. (Maybe if I focused more on actually getting in rather than just getting it all overwith and rushing to go see everyone else who finished...cough...)
Anyways. So it was, what? The second rehearsal? Yeah, probably. So I was sitting all awkwardly between Sarah Cox and some other Audubon chick. I forgot who, but then I saw this guy walk in and he was all limpy, so I give him sort of a sympathetic face when he wasn't looking and then got over it. But of course being little awkward 13-year-old me, the student teacher person there in the front pointed ME out and told ME to move up in lack of people sitting up front.
Since there was pretty much one chair open next to the boy who limped, naturally I took that chair and kept my mouth shut besides singing. And so this guy next to me was talking to his best friend and being all...awesome and stuff. I glanced at him occasionally without him noticing and just thought, Man. His life must be good. Not saying my life was bad then, just kind of meaningless and boring.
Anyways. It wasn't until we started working on my favorite song, which was a sea chantey, when we came upon this one part talking about a pirate ship apparently called "scuppers". Trying to be cool, I asked what they were out loud, which actually made me sound stupid instead. However, this boy with a limp apparently knew everything and turned to the other side to look me in the eyes and tried to tell me.
Of course, I wasn't paying attention to his words. Once we made eye contact, it was like, BAM. Who are you and where have you been all my life? Sure, it wasn't love at first sight, but something inside me went nuts. But when he was done talking, I just kinda thanked him and I felt more comfortable glancing over at him more often.
But during our break, he offered me to sit with him, and how could I refuse? So we sat down and he introduced himself. "My name's Scott." he said.
And then we shook hands. Even back then, he had really soft hands. I liked that. I liked it so much I almost forgot to say "I'm Sam. but I hate my name."
And he laughed, introduced me to his best friend Richard, and that was the beginning of a very interesting, neverending journey.
Oh yeah, and I actually just looked up scuppers. This is what it is:
A scupper is an opening in the side walls of an open-air structure, for purposes of draining water. They are usually placed at or near ground level, and allow rain or liquids to flow off of the side of the open-air structure, instead of pooling within the walls.
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